Savage Ascension: Starting with God-Tier Plunder Ability-Chapter 85: The Flesh Would Have Rotted In

Rowan carefully thought about the process, then immediately put it into action. First, he generously applied white or black powder mixed from dried complex powder with paralyzing and hemostatic effects to the wound area.

Of course, he cut away the clothes around the butt with his dagger.

"Hnngh."

At Rowan’s rough treatment digging around, Doren tensed with all his strength.

"Relax. Otherwise the treatment powder won’t go all the way in and I’ll have to dig around more."

"Huff. Huff. Yes. Huff."

After applying enough powder medicine, he moved in earnest. After disinfecting once with heat and cooling with boiled water, he opened the wound area of the arrow stuck in his butt with the dagger. The reason was the arrowhead. If even a piece of the arrowhead remained, there was nothing but death.

He didn’t think the robbers had made arrowheads through proper refining. And in fact, the tip of the arrowhead easily removed by tearing flesh was slightly broken.

’Tsk.’

He had to take it out. He quickly washed the blood with water and looked relying on the campfire’s light, but couldn’t see it. He moved around with his finger trying to feel the texture of iron. As soon as he felt it, he grabbed it with the throwing dagger and finger and pulled it out.

Perhaps the paralyzing effect had occurred, Doren didn’t make a single groan. Because blood flowed profusely, he blocked the blood again with powder medicine. Then he applied herbs generously, only applied to the outside, and took out thread and needle from his leather pouch.

While disinfecting with alcohol, he also poured alcohol on the wound area. And he sutured the wound, applied minced herbs again, then wrapped bandages. Naturally he dampened the parts where wounds touched with a little alcohol.

"Done. You could say it’s fortunate you got hit in the butt."

Rowan wiped the profusely flowing sweat while making an effort to speak flatly. There was quite a lot of blood around Doren’s butt. Being healthy, the blood lacking in his body would quickly fill up. It was rough but proper treatment.

Perhaps because chills came from blood draining out, Bearded Doren didn’t leave the campfire. Trembling his lips, he clattered his teeth. Still, it couldn’t be helped. He couldn’t let him die from secondary infection.

Not knowing what Doren, who wasn’t grumbling, might think inside, Rowan showed him the broken arrowhead and the separated iron and said.

"If this had stayed in your butt, the flesh would have rotted in. That’s why I dug around your butt."

Doren didn’t even have the strength to speak, so he nodded while warming himself by the fire.

After finishing treatment, Rowan helped pull the bound robbers.

Of the 6 robbers, 2 died and 4 were captured. The robber who got hit by Rowan with three arrows and had his foot stomped had no hope so he was killed. After deciding to succeed by the sword, Rowan had firmly set his mind about killing people, so he was without hesitation.

If you say you’ll succeed by the sword but agonize about killing people, you should go back to Black Mountain Village and farm while providing hay to the ranch that’s your main family and live barely scraping by.

He took care of the unconscious robbers’ wounds. Quite meticulously. Three guys had been hit in the head by Rowan with his round shield, and had lumps or head wounds. He used a small amount of alcohol to meticulously dig into wounds with his finger to disinfect and applied minced herbs.

Meanwhile, Espin started cooking, and Bedri brought more firewood. When the robbers’ treatment ended, they could finally catch their breath.

Rowan started with praise. Certainly in fighting 6 people, Rowan could strike enemies while pursuing safety. Espin caught one guy, and Rowan handled five guys, but without the Tracking Mercenary Group’s aggro, Rowan would have gotten at least one wound too.

’This is it.’

Even riffraff soldiers, there’s a reason they’re conscripted. Battle was never done only with veteran warriors. There are new recruits, and conscripted citizens.

The greenhorn mercenaries were no different from the biggest contributors to Rowan effectively striking enemies without wounds and quickly. Especially that fast suppression when striking the backs of the heads of 3 people at the end was thrilling even thinking about it now.

"It was a good fight. You did very well. From now on, even doing this much should be fine."

Against robbers, thieves, and bandits, this much was doing well. Not dying is best and they were no different from shields, and they faithfully played that role. But the greenhorn mercenaries didn’t seem to think so.

"I just got hit by one guy like an idiot, what did I do well?"

Though hidden by the campfire’s scarlet light, Espin felt shame. That was contempt for his past self, and also disgust.

’Captain Rowan is only fifteen.’

But he caught 5 people. Espin only caught one person. And without Rowan’s advice, who knows what would have happened. The sharpness of projectiles brushing past the leather boots while striking the shield in darkness was fear itself and beyond.

If not for the guts and viciousness learned in back alleys, he might have collapsed.

"In darkness, in a forest like this, and even being ambushed, just not running away is great. Isn’t it?"

At those words, Doren flinched. It was Doren who’d run after getting hit in the butt by an arrow. If the battle had lasted just a bit longer, the greenhorn mercenaries would have collapsed, only saved because Rowan’s attack power was so strong that he quickly handled the robbers.

Seeing Doren jolt, Rowan said to him.

"If you’re injured, you should pull out. That’s not running away. It’s retreat. If Doren hadn’t run away after getting hit by an arrow in the butt and got caught, the situation would have changed more messily."

Rowan soothed them. Meanwhile, Bedri couldn’t say a word. Because he hadn’t shot a single crossbow bolt. And Espin waited for the chance to say that.

"Clearly remember and chew over what you felt today. Think about how things would have gone better, how you could have avoided injury or wounds. I’ll answer as much as possible too."

He didn’t know when the subjugation of the red-furred bear would start. In the meantime, the Tracking Mercenary Group had to raise its name quite a bit.